City Girl No More

I got a call yesterday from PD while he was at work letting me know that he had a last minute work thing and had to leave for a couple of days.  There's always been a little more notice when he has to leave for work and I usually make plans and have somewhat of a schedule.  But yesterday he came home, packed his things and was gone within 30 minutes.

Finalizing plans and walking out the door.  I'm sure that it didn't bother him AT ALL that I was just snapping away with my camera.  Note: He might see this soon and insist that I remove these images.

I had no plans and the house all to myself, with no one to reflect my own guilt.  So I stayed in PJs, got comfy on the La-Z-Boy recliner, and watched TV/went online for NINE STRAIGHT HOURS while grazing on a giant bowl of leftovers.  It was very attractive.  The only reason I got up was because I decided to watch TV in bed.

I've never lived alone before, but just based on yesterday, I can see myself getting real slummy real fast.  This video totally resonates with me:

As an attempt to make up for yesterday, I set my alarm this morning and made a to-do list for the rest of this week.  In the middle of trying to make a dent in our never ending giant pile of laundry, the doorbell rang with a flower delivery from PD.  Today's a 50%-silly-50%-sentimental two year benchmark of this BBQ date that we had - I couldn't help but to feel completely gushy and my heart melted just a bit.  And that slight annoyance I was feeling with having to empty out coins, receipts, and old packs of gum from his jean pockets melted away too.  And was replaced with even more gushiness.

I just mentioned how I loved peonies last week to PD, while I was writing this post.